Dear Edward,
Quick question– did you take the meadow with you, too? I couldn't find it.
I know what you're going to say–don't go looking for it. I only want to show Jake. Did I tell you about Jake? He's my friend. You met him before, but I don't think you liked him very much.
We don't talk about you. Have I mentioned that no one says your name? Jake included. He's a good guy, I think. Why didn't you like him?
Oh yeah. Because he liked me. I guess that doesn't matter anymore, huh? Maybe you guys would be best friends now.
No, no, maybe not. I don't know for sure, but I think Jake doesn't like you. He never said so, but I just think he has something against you.
Life without you is hard, but with Jacob, it's getting easier. Maybe not easier, but more bearable. I know you don't care, love, I know, and I'm sorry. I won't send this though, don't worry. It's just nice to get some words out.
If I ever saw you again, I don't think I would say this to you. If I ever saw you again, well, I won't think about that. It kinda hurts, when I think about that kind of stuff. Why doesn't it hurt when I write these letters?
Anyway, I just wanted to know if you took that open meadow with you. I know that's kind of impossible, but by now, I believe that you can do pretty much anything.
Bella